LA is usually perceived like this big beautiful place, with beautiful people, and always gorgeous weather… and it’s not really like that in real life. Hollywood made it a dreamy postcard, but living here is just not easy. Especially if you have dreams. This tarantula of a city has its ways of crushing them if you can’t make it, and that’s really traumatizing to say the least. Because you’re still surrounded by the Hills, and the pressure of all of the lights, and the celebrities that you run into.

For me it’s inspiring. All of it. The despair, the dirt, the shiny things, the fake people, the amazing talents, and the list goes on… the incredible memories that I make there, are like fuel for me. It’s the prettiest and most soul-crushing place I know, and for that I love it. The stars have me.